So much had happened today that Vivian was having a hard time wrapping her head around it.


    Shaking her head with a bewildered look, she said, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know.”


    She thought for a moment and then asked, “Your sister’s death, it wouldn’t … have anything to do with Morris, would it?”


    Vivian wondered how Issac could have kidnapped Morris if Yeon’s death had nothing to do with her.


    But …


    Morris was not a man to be driven to extinction.


    The woman with the dirty braid standing behind her stepped aside and sat in a chair, leaningzily on the table, listening quietly to the conversation.


    Then reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette and drew one, puffing on it silently, trying to reduce her presence.


    Issac’s lips pursed into a straight line, his hand gripping the cor of her shirt trembling one by one, the suppressed anger evident in the veins that bulged from his forehead.


    Although there was no answer, Vivian already knew the answer.


    Suddenly, all the words that she wanted to exin came to her lips, but Vivian couldn’t say them again.


    “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise so much had happened.”


    An apology that seemed to pale inparison.


    Vivian hated Yeon, but for Issac, there was only repulsion and disgust, but not hatred.


    For, he had been a light in her dark, lightless world.


    Who would have known that the light would end in a bottomless abyss?


    Once, Issac had kidnapped her, but when her life was threatened, he had turned back from the highway and risked his life to take her to the hospital, despite Morris’ pursuit.


    Despite the fact that Issac had something to do with that injury, he hadn’t done the evil deed after all.


    Issac snorted lightly, his expression still cold, “No need to apologise, and I won’t ept your apology.”


    He turned around and walked over to the girl with the dirty braids, “Antina, give me a cigarette.”


    It turned out that the girl with the dirty braids was called Antina.


    She took out a cigarette and handed it to Issac, and kindly lit it for him.


    Issac crossed his arms and took a few puffs with the cigarette in one hand.


    Throughout, his back was turned to Vivian.


    “You’ve kidnapped Morris, what are you going to do about it?” Vivian hesitated for a long time before finally asking what was on his mind.


    Buzzing-


    Suddenly, the mobile phone in Issac’s pocket rang at first.


    He pulled it out, nced at the number on the screen and, seemingly avoiding suspicion of Vivian, walked a good distance away and answered the phone.


    “What is it?” Issac asked.


    “Get rid of Morris.”


    The other party put in a direct message.


    Issac chewed on the butt of his cigarette, a cold light erupting from his pupils, “I had no intention of letting him out alive from the moment I tied him up.”


    “Don’t let him die so soon yet. Remember, put out a message tomorrow to find out his strength.”


    “No problem.” Issac took a drag from his cigarette, a light smoke puffing from his lips, “Vivian has been brought here, as you requested. Now, is it possible to tell me what it is you want with her?”


    Throughout, the only person Issac hated was Morris, not Vivian.


    It was not Issac’s intention to have Vivian here today, but that of the mystery man behind it.


    “Don’t forget you still have Antina, if you dare to neglect her, I won’t spare you.”


    The other man sounded like he wasn’t answering Issac, but was side-stepping a warning to Issac that he shouldn’t be overly concerned about Vivian now that he had Antina beside him, who loved him dearly.


    Issac tried to say something else, but the other party had already hung up the phone.


    He stood still, clutching the phone, and didn’t say anything for a long time.


    Issac knew that these people had kidnapped Vivian because Morris and Vivian were too close.


    Now that they had brought Vivian here, they wanted to test the power behind Morris.


    Issac never understood what they were up to.


    But he knew that something was going on.


    After a moment of silence, Issac made another phone call and instructed the people below him, “Put out the word that Morris is dying.”


    With those words, Issac hung up the phone.


    He stood in a corner, finishing the cigarette in his hand and frowning in deep thought for a long time before turning back to Vivian’s side.


    “I heard that Morris broke up with you, why are you still here?”


    Issac asked Vivian.


    Vivian was wary and wasn’t about to tell the truth.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.


    “Who wants toe?”


    Vivian rolled her eyes, “I did get a little worried when I found out Morris had been kidnapped, I used to like him after all. But when I found out it was some kind of mafia kidnapping, I immediately refused, who knew that Trent, that bastard, had arranged for someone toe to my old house. If I hadn’te, my parents would have had to die.”


    She secretlymented her cleverness.


    Beforeing over, Vivian had discussed something with Trent, and Trent had immediately arranged for someone to do it.


    If Issac and the others had investigated, they would have found out that there were strangers around her home in the country.


    Speaking of which, Vivian grimaced, “Is there any room for negotiation between you and Morris? Can you just let him go? If you don’t let him go, my parents will be buried with him.”


    At least Vivian had learnt how to act, and with the atmosphere, she showed that helplessness and worry to the fullest.


    After all, she was really worried about Morris too.


    But the cat could be surmised from Issac’s questioning remark earlier.


    “Is that so?”


    Issac said conspiratorially, as if he didn’t quite believe Vivian.


    “If you don’t believe me, you can go and send someone to investigate. Or, if you can save my parents, I won’t stop you from killing Morris. Just … just don’t kill him.”


    Vivian, afraid that her concern was showing too much, exined again, “Issac, Morris saved my life once, and I’d probably feel guilty for the rest of my life if I watched him die.”


    “Is that so?”


    Two more faint words.


    Issac raised an eyebrow, “You said you’d stand by as long as I didn’t kill him?”


    “Hmm.”


    Vivian nodded in a feigned calm, “He’s a scumbag, do what you want with him, as long as it doesn’t get anyone killed, I’m okay with that. At the very least, it’ll teach him a lesson, and Issac, you should know that Trent won’t leave my family alone if Morris does die in front of me.”


    “Why?”


    “Why don’t you have a clue? You kidnapped him, but you sent me here to tell everyone that I could save Morris? If I get away, Trent will just think I sold Morris out, and you think The Cheal family will give me a chance to live?”


    Vivian’s mind raced, every word and phrase carefully crafted for fear of making a mistake.


    At this point, Vivian was curious, “I’m more interested in knowing what you’ve kidnapped Morris for and what you’ve got me doing here.”


    Issac’s brow furrowed, “Not that I meant to.”


    To be continued……